Dimitri C Hann: *moving day. he'd finally managed to get his things together.. sneaking them from one abandoned warehouse to the other. the moving truck he'd acquired had been dropped off. and he was finishing unpacking the final members of his audience. his long time friends. some of them were looking a little worse for wear, and the overwhelming stench of death pervaded the warehouse and surrounding area as he hauled the sleeping bags from the truck bed with feeble strength*

Ricky Prince: The man stalks his way down the street, keeping to the shadows. He's looking dirtier then usual, his expression a scowl. You'd be scowling too, if your nose recently gained the resemblance of a wolf's snout. He gives a little snarl at a rat skittering by, and slips into a nearby alley, looking for something to eat. The green windbreaker, torn in a couple spots by bullet holes, his readjusted on his shoulderblades as he scans the alley.

Ricky Prince: ((Color change for sanity's sake))

Ricky Prince: d10: Per+Alert: Ac. Smell: 4,9,5,10,5,

Dimitri C Hann: *Dimitri C. Hann - A small thin man with a jittery unassuming manner about him. Head sunk low, he seems to want to make himself smaller than his wraith-like 5'5 frame allows for already. Looong thin fingers flicker through fine blonde hair, which curls in embarrassingly unruly ringlets to his jaw. His face is thin and gaunt, almost undernourished. He is not an overly attractive man, narrow set jaw and giant ski slope of a nose clashing. thin lipped with watery blue eyes.. he looks like if you sneezed you'd likely send him flying... and he'd apologize to you for being such a klutz. He's in his mid 30's, stooped posture crumpling an otherwise meticulously put together olive tweed suit, which does nothing to hide his scrawniness*

Ricky Prince: He frowns as his nose picks up the smell of death, bristling. That was a distinctive smell...hard to miss. He stalks his way down the alley toward the other street, approaching the warehouse, keeping quiet.

Dimitri C Hann: *a squeal as the sleeping bag's contents nearly crush him. ok. next move.. no doubling them up... he weaves and glances around.. just in case*

Dimitri C Hann: d10: per alert: 6,2,5,9,9,7,8,6,

Ricky Prince: d10: Dex+Stealth: 7,6,8,8,9,

Ricky Prince: He's as sneaky as the man could possibly be. Sadly, it's not quite enough, and he's spotted creeping around the corner of the warehouse. He pauses, staring at Dmitri. Caught.

Dimitri C Hann: *did he hear something? he thinks so..could just be traffic.. lips twitch into a frown as he stutters to his passengers, shuffling hurriedly into the warehouse with his precious cargo* Its ok-k-k-ay. I'll g-g-get you out of.. th-th-th-th- that bag s-s-s-oon ...

Dimitri C Hann: *he stops as a peeking head catches his eye and he stares*

Dimitri C Hann: *also caught.*

Ricky Prince: He blinks...he knows this one. He drops to a defensive crouch, giving a warning growl. "You."

Dimitri C Hann: G-G-Go Away! *he stutters, watery blue eyes narrowing as he backs up, dropping the sleeping bag in front of him* Sh-sh-shoo!

Ricky Prince: "What?" He stalks forward, scowling with fingers flexing instinctively. "Don't wanna be seen with the fuckin' traitor, ese?"

Dimitri C Hann: n-n-no! now g-g-g-o away! Or I'll... I'll.. I-I-I'll Eat you! *he spits angrily, turning and bolting into the dark empty warehouse. fleeing. very unlike eating.*

Dimitri C Hann: d10: fleeeeeee: 1,4,5,9,

Dimitri C Hann: *ok. so there's less fleeing and more stumbling over the sleeping bag, but its an effort*

Ricky Prince: He smirks and chases after. He needed something to blow off steam, and the pansy man seemed to be the right choice. He takes off into the warehouse.

Ricky Prince: d10: Dex+Ath: 4,3,3,8,1,

Ricky Prince: And he stumbles over the damn sleeping bag too.

Dimitri C Hann: *the fleeing continues, into the darkness of the warehouse, the tiny man running for cover*

Dimitri C Hann: d10: dex ath: 4,3,9,9,

Ricky Prince: "Get back here, puta! I wanna talk to you!" He chases after, running on the balls of his feet, in a deep crouch.

Ricky Prince: d10: Dex+Athl: 2,5,5,5,2,

Dimitri C Hann: *dashing behind a pile of instruments, he dissappears*

Ricky Prince: He stumbles his way into the warehouse, growling as he does, eyes casting about, snout sniffing in the air.

Ricky Prince: d10: Per+Alert: Ac. Smell: 5,10,7,6,7,

Dimitri C Hann: d10: dex stealth: 8,1,7,7,5,

Dimitri C Hann: *the man is quite neatly tucked behind a standing upright bass. thin enough that it makes a rather ingenious hiding spot*

Ricky Prince: He snorts, and doesn't bother with subterfuge. He's no good at it anyway. Instead, he turns his head directly in the direction of the bass, chuckling a little as he stalks that way. "Not too good, ese. Now, you an' I're gonna fuckin' talk."

Dimitri C Hann: *push the bass over.. and flee.. or just flee... oh his precious bass.. no.. the steady pat of "muddy water blues" on his leg, the thin man stutters* st-st-st-stay right there! you can t-t-t-alk from over th-there!

Ricky Prince: He comes to a stop about fifteen feet away from Dmitri, his face tiwsting into a leer. He shifts from foot to foot, keeping a constant state of motion as his hands sprout claws. ((BP to Wolf Claws)) "A'ight, ese. Here's how it's gonna work. I ask...you answer. You run, you die. Got it? First question...they know where I am?"

Dimitri C Hann: if they kn-kn-knew where you w-w-were you'd be a-a-a-sh. ash. *he's slinking away from the base, watery eyes slipping to the door*

Ricky Prince: "Hey, asshole. I'm right here." He watches the man with a look akin to a rabid animal, toying with prey. "Not at the door." He grunts a little at the answer, though. "So why ain't they made a move yet? Fuckers got things right where they want 'em, right?"

Dimitri C Hann: they're ff-fucking around.. i d-d-d-on't know.. I st-st-s-tay in n-n-n-ew y-y-york. *its hissed, a flash of fangs as he contiues to back away* keep k-k-k-illing each other instead of d-d-doing anyth-th-th anything..

Ricky Prince: He regards the man with a wary eye. "You ain't tryin' to shit me or anything, are ya?"

Dimitri C Hann: d10: per emp: 3,3,5,3,5,8,

Ricky Prince -> Dimitri C Hann: ((He's suspicious...and very much scared. The paranoia is practically rolling off the man...he trusts pretty much no one and nothing at this point.))

Dimitri C Hann: *he shakes his head, blonde ringlettes bouncing about comically on the twitchy little man* I'd st-st-still be in j-j-j-ersy if it was s-s-s-safe.

Dimitri C Hann: If you e-ea-eat me you'll g-g-get leisions. *the old vampire assures him*

Ricky Prince: "Yeah, what the fuck ever." He snorts, dropping down into a crouch low enough that his hands rest on the cement floor. "Contrary to popular Sabbat opinion, I don't eat every fuckin' Lick I find, chico."

Ricky Prince: "An' where the fuck is that goddamn smell comin' from? It's fuckin' everywhere."

Dimitri C Hann: *that same old beat is tapped on the side of the bass as Dimitri looks at Ricky. ready to bolt, a protective scowl as he bares his teeth faintly* n-n-nothing.. they're mine.. l-l-l-eave them al-alone.

Ricky Prince: "'They?' What the f..." He looks over at the sleeping bag in the mouth of the warehouse, and then back to Dmitri. "Oh, you gotta be fuckin' kidding me."

Dimitri C Hann: *he scowls, hands coming up in fron of him as he glances to the sleeping bag, then the gangrel. (bp to dex)*

Ricky Prince: He glances around, noting the other sleeping bags, then looking to Dmitri. "That's..." He break into a bestial sort of growling laugh, shoulders shaking. "Jesus Fuckin' Christ."

Dimitri C Hann: S-s-s-top! G-g-go away! *the laughter makes him angry, and he bolts towads the door with a hiss*

Dimitri C Hann: d10: dex ath : 2,6,10,2,3,

Ricky Prince: As the man bolts toward the door, he moves to intercept, shooting up into a run, feet flying.

Ricky Prince: d10: Dex+Ath: 8,3,9,10,6,

Ricky Prince: He shoots ahead, staying between Dmitri and the exit, grinning, clawed fingers flexing. "Where ya goin', chico? We were just gettin' to the good part!"

Dimitri C Hann: *he squeals in indignant anger and flashes his teeth* G-g-go away! I'll do s-s-s-something! *he threatens, loooooong fingers curling into fists* (bp to str)

Dimitri C Hann: *he backpedals a few feet. hands out, tweed rumbled, ready for fistycuffs*

Ricky Prince: He waves a taloned hand, shrugging with a chuckle. Not particularly worried about the stuttering man. "Relax, ese. I ain't gonna hurt yer little pals here."

Dimitri C Hann: *its a sustained hissing and sputtering as the spindly man makes to circles around the rough looking fellow* put th-th-those away and i'-i'll relax. * a long finger points to the claws, his eyes narrowed*

Ricky Prince: He snorts a little bit...abandon his natural weapons? His lip curls slightly...but he nods, slowly. "Fine. Don't think they ain't comin' right back out if you get in the mood to kick traitor ass." He lets Dmitri circle, though he rotates, keeping the other in front of him, and the talons melt back into his hands.

Dimitri C Hann: *he seems rather supprised that they go away, blinking owlishly*

Ricky Prince: "There. They're gone." He shrugs. "Now, just chill out, a'ight?"

Dimitri C Hann: *the skittish man skitters backwards and scowls at the gangrel* W-w-w-whats so g-g-g-great about the c-c-c-c-cammama cammarilla? *he curls up a lip*

Ricky Prince: "Fuckin' not much," he says with a scowl, staying in that low power stance. "Fuckers are full o' shit, is what they are. But I couldn't stay with the Sabbat anymore, either."

Dimitri C Hann: *he scowls and inches towards the door, the gangrel clearly still making him nervous*

Ricky Prince: He watches the man, eyes narrowing, and he snorts. "The fuck's yer problem, ese? I ain't gonna bite, believe it or not."

Dimitri C Hann: y-you.. you'd better go.. *he warns, eyes narrowed back. clear the twitchy little spook doesn't like ricky. rather like a scared dog that might snap rather than be bitten first*

Ricky Prince: He frowns deeply, and starts backing away. "Skittish motherfucker..." He makes his way toward the exit. "I'll be seein' ya around, ese. Keep it cool...'specially your friends. They startin' to smell." A smirk.

Dimitri C Hann: *teeth flash. how dare he. they smelled fine. it was natural. the blonde fellow watches him, hands curled into angry fists*

Ricky Prince: He smirks, winking to Dmitri, and he slips away, into the night.

Dimitri C Hann: *damnit damnit damnit.. now he had to find a new haven... its a long while before he ventures outside for his ..guests*